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FIRST SNOW
The fallows yellow and frigid
'Mongst frozen snowfields lie:
The black trees lift up rigid
Their arms to the leaden sky.
'Mongst frozen snowfields lie:
The black trees lift up rigid
Their arms to the leaden sky.
O'er barns and haystacks whitened
The larches sigh and sway.
The hedgerow grasses are lightened
With light not of the day.
The larches sigh and sway.
The hedgerow grasses are lightened
With light not of the day.
And sheep on the south slope browsing
Close huddled for the cold,
In a silvery mist drowsing,
Have all their fleece of gold.
Close huddled for the cold,
In a silvery mist drowsing,
Have all their fleece of gold.
But I know tho' round and above her
Are spells of the wizard death,
That waiting the Spring her lover
Summer but slumbereth.
Are spells of the wizard death,
That waiting the Spring her lover
Summer but slumbereth.
And I would my heart were lying,
Where Summer lies asleep,
Lulled by the fir-trees sighing,
And tinkling bells of sheep.
Where Summer lies asleep,
Lulled by the fir-trees sighing,
And tinkling bells of sheep.
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